I turned to the gentleman eating a chicken salad sandwich next to me. "Jack," I said to the man better known as Jack Nicholson, "be careful, I don't want to get fixer all over you." Jack was a constant fixture in our little darkroom that year. Ah, the celebrity life.

With so much attention these days placed upon the wedding day itself as the be-all, end-all of a relationship (instead of, say, step one, which it actually is), I decided to take a look back at some former clients. My piece for Washingtonian, now the most downloaded in the magazine's history, can be found here.